For all my life, all I had ever wanted was for someone to tell me I am beautiful, I'm enough. That they loved me and thought me perfect, completely unflawed. But you know what, recently I had an epiphany. I was flawed and my flaws merely added to or maybe were my entire beauty. I don't live to be perfect, I live to be me. And me is a flawed beautiful fierce thing that now I want you to see. Because I don't want to be seen anything less than, The wild raging mess of a storm I am.